Longinus

Honest men
have honest dreams,
or so they say.
I dream not of power
or even wisdom
and scarcely
do I find myself
lost in visions
of wealth.
No,
when I dream,
I dream of you.
I dream of
of an emerald valley
and in this valley
bloom wild roses,
their radiant ruby petals
dancing in the breeze,
and on this breeze
dance you
and I.
Your kiss ,
like morning dew
and eyes,
like summer sage
yes,
honest men
have honest dreams
and I dream of you,
honestly.